England opens the door forcefully and stomps in, slamming it behind him. He is decked out in his summoning outfit, cape and all. "I shall perfect my spell and summon the most powerful demon and shove it in America's face! That will teach the bloody git a thing or two about magic!" England starts chanting, "Santo Rita Mita Meada Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora The Rita Mita Meada Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora The Explorer. I've summoned you from the depths of Hell, SHOW YOURSELF!" There is a blinding flash, and a head starts to appear. When in full view, it is a teenage girl. She has dark brown hair that looks a little like France's, but blue eyes like America's, and staring at England with a very comical WTF face.
"Um..hi?" The very confused teenager said. "Who are you? And where am I?" She looks around the darkly lit room, candles everywhere. Then looks on the ground and sees a sort of summoning circle around her head. Then she gets a better look at the man who summoned her, and tries very hard not to laugh.
England is staring at the girl with confusion. Why a teenage girl? When summoning a demon, it would make sense to get Russia…he is a kind of demon, but why a girl? And then he remembers, the time of the month, and sincerely hopes it isn't hers. But, he has to be a gentlemen and try to get this teenage girl back home. "Well, I summoned you here, love. Sorry about that." Then he smiles, "But we can get this fixed in a jiffy."
The girl smiles and says, "Why, that's an interesting accent you got there. Where are you from?"
Caught off-guard, England replies, "I'm from England." Leaving out the information that he is, in fact England.
And with that perfect set-up, the soon-to-be-obvious-demonic teenager replies, "I'm sorry, I've never heard of it."
Now, England here is very shocked. EVERYBODY knows about England, right? I mean, they might remember him as a bad cook, WHICH HE IS NOT!, or as the black sheep of Europe, but everybody knows about England. Maybe she didn't hear him right, "England? A little island besides Europe?"
"Is that near Miami?" The now smiling teenager says. This was just too good.
And that was the last straw for the once pirate nation, "England you bloody fool! I believe that you are speaking our language?" To hell with being a gentlemen! This is obviously another idiotic American and nothing gets through their thick heads.
"I'm speaking English, I don't know what the hell your speaking right now. Your speaking Constanpinese or something. You need some fiber Jives." The very obnoxious girl replied.
That was the butterfly (or in this case anvil) for the camel. "I AM TOO SPEAKING ENLGISH YOU BLOODY GIT! I AM THE PERSONIFICATION OF FUCKING ENGLAND! ENGLSIH PEOPLE SPEAK ENGLISH YOU STUPID WITCH!" England's face was red, veins showing, and overall pissed off. The still-not-named teenager was shocked and realized she went a little too far.
"Dude, calm down…have you ever heard of Russel Peters? He's a comedian…we just did something from him…" and to make sure she drove her point home, she said very slowly, "I was just kidding" And then there was a sudden flash of light and she disappeared, or rather, her head…
England, shocked, just stood there, processing the new information, "Okay, that's it. I'm done with this spell." Then he shakes his head, and as he walks away he mumbles, "It's not like I can even control the demons I summon…"
